One
of the lessons our seminary worship and music professor, Dr. Hawkins, hammered
into our brains in class was the importance of being ready to receive a funeral
procession as it arrived at the church on the day of a funeral. Dr. Hawkins was
not ordained, and he understood deeply that the sight of the pastor at the
front of the church to a grieving family making their way into the sanctuary with
the casket of their loved one was an important gesture of pastoral care. Perhaps
because he wasn’t ordained is why he understood this so deeply. He had always
been on the receiving end of things like this. It’s why he wanted us, budding
young pastors, to take this seriously. When death was involved, when real grief
was involved, we needed to be on point. We needed to bring our A-game. If at
all possible, he thought, we shouldn’t just be standing at the door of the
church, but already in our vestments. The sight of the pastor dressed and ready
to face death and people’s brokenness, to Dr. Hawkins’, at least, communicated
comfort, communicated compassion right from the outset.
it's sunny here, but in my mind it is rainy |
And
so every time he brought this up, which seemed like every class session, I
imagined myself the only place I could—standing in robes at the tippy-top of
the front stairs at my home congregation, in the rain, as a long, slow
procession of black cars with their headlights on pulled up to the church. There
I was, in the right spot at the right time, filling my utmost role as a pastor and
someone who was called to speak life into death. It wasn’t until I became a
pastor when I realized death and funerals are almost never that choreographed. There
is often no procession arriving from the funeral home, people don’t always come
through the front door of the church, and nowadays, especially, the time frame
for when viewings occur and when all the family arrive is so fluid. It’s almost
impossible to know exactly when a worship leader is supposed to be where.
In
any case, Dr. Hawkins would have been extremely displeased with Jesus in this
morning’s gospel lesson, which tells the last and most dramatic story of Jesus’
ministry before he heads into Jerusalem to die. I mean, talk about not having a
clue! Lazarus gets gravely ill, then he dies, then they have a funeral and a
procession, and then place him in the tomb, and Jesus is nowhere to be found
for any of it! He’s not in Bethany, where Lazarus and his sister’s live, even
though he’s told to go there. He’s not at the tomb to be a presence of
compassion and caring for the
grief-stricken. He’s certainly not in his holy vestments, standing at the top
of the staircase in the rain ready to speak hope into the darkness of death. There’s
even a point in the story when it sounds like Jesus dilly-dallies a bit. Maybe
it’s because he fears for his life as he travels into Judea but he waits two
days longer before he starts on his way.
Martha’s
and Mary’s searing question to Jesus highlights his absence. She speaks for all
of us—doesn’t she?—who have ever found ourselves shocked by sudden loss, who
have found ourselves stunned by the cruel timing of death, or the unexpected
hospitalization, or the scary diagnosis, and wondering how it all might have
gone differently. “Lord, if you had been
here, my brother would not have died.”
The Raising of Lazarus (Giotto, 14th century) |
And
just look at the scene by Lazarus’ tomb when
he does finally arrive: things are out of control!! A whole crowd has gathered, and
they’re following Martha and Mary around,
weeping as they go. Even Jesus
himself seems to get caught up in the emotions of the day. First, we’re told two different times that he becomes disturbed
and moved, and then we’re told that
he, too, starts to cry. It makes you
wonder: perhaps this all could have been prevented—if not Lazarus’ death, then
at least the sobbing and open weeping—if Jesus had just made good timing his
priority, or if he had been more
concerned about communicating his
compassion.
The
raising of Lazarus, which is what this event is often called, isn’t primarily about Jesus’ timing and
preparedness to deal with human tragedy. It’s
not about the magical effect brought
about by being in the right time and the right place. In fact, it sounds as if Jesus casual approach to Bethany is part
of his plan. It’s like he’s late to
the scene just so that he can show
God’s glory doesn’t work on a time schedule.
God is not bossed around by time, as
if it’s something he has to deal with or work against, which is how we often feel. Jesus’
raising of Lazarus is a moment when we are given the chance to see that in Christ, God has power over
death and sin. It is a point where we
are shown that God in Christ is able
to overcome the decay and the destruction
that confronts every one of us, even after we die!
When
Jesus arrives on the scene and Lazarus has already been dead four days, Jesus does not say, “I am the treatment
and the cure,” or “I am the
prevention and the medicine.” Or, “I
am the compassion at the right time.” His words are “I am the resurrection and
the life.” Jesus isn’t going to just
deal with death, hold it off, or stand at the top of the concrete stairs and comfort
people in the rain. He’s going to
conquer it. And while to us things so
much of the time often look like “all is lost,” while we still deal with the grief and the sorrow Jesus has yet given his own life to
make sure that grief and sorrow don’t
have the final word.
Raising of Lazarus (Rembrandt, 1620s) |
Lazarus’
tomb is actually getting the disciples ready for what will happen in Jerusalem. That’s why Jesus begins to talk about
his own death before he heads there. The world is increasingly hostile to
him, but Jesus is going to head into
it anyway, and just as he stands at
the edge of the tomb after Lazarus
has been dead four days, Jesus will
go straight into his own death on the cross.
He will go straight into his own death
to reveal that God is done once and for all with the things that separate us from him and send the living into disarray.
Jesus
is the resurrection and the life. Those
who believe in this, those who grasp this by faith, understand that death will not be their final destination. Those who trust in Jesus come to know
that our deaths, no matter how sad or tragic, are not the end of us. Jesus
will stand on the brink of death and shout, “Come out!” and one day our bones will join together and walk right out.
The
news these days reminds us that the world is filled with valleys of dry bones, places where despair and hopelessness
reign. And yet we can still trust
that God is raising up new life, undoing
the decay of the tomb to remind us of the day to come. This week there was the
news of the loss of Michael Sharp, a
34-year-old American aid worker who whose body was found in a shallow grave in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Sharp devoted his life to trying to
attain peace in one of the worlds
longest and bloodiest conflicts, which
has been waged for years in the remotest regions of Africa. He started out as part of a Christian missionary team, but his bold an unorthodox way of
bringing about peace among the rebels was
so successful that he was eventually appointed by the United Nations to lead
some of their teams. Like Jesus at
Lazarus’ tomb, so confident that
dealing openly and honestly with long-festering feelings of decay and anger was
the best way forward, Sharp would
walk into the dark jungle with each attempt, armed with nothing but his desire
to listen and have dialogue with the
fighters’ feelings. Before he died,
it is estimated that Sharp’s tactics persuaded over 1600 fighters to lay down their weapons and come back
out of the jungle, like Lazaruses released from the tomb, unbound from the ways
of hatred and violence. Michael
Sharp’s death was felt by the international peacekeeping community, but even now we know that God will
raise him up in the eternal kingdom
he worked so hard to tell others about during his life.
Emily and other YAGM personnel at Robben Island |
I
also heard from our own missionary in Africa this week, Emily Dietrick. Emily
grew up as a child of this congregation, and now she is serving as an ELCA
Young Adult in Global Mission in a much more serene and peaceful part of
Africa, South Africa, but nevertheless a country with its own history of
conflict and violence, a history it is still dealing coming to terms with. Last
week she visited Robben Island, the notorious tomb-like prison that housed the
blacks who spoke out against that country’s racist policies of apartheid prior
to 1991. Robben Island’s most famous inmate was Nelson Mandela.
Emily received
her tour from a man who served seven years there, a man who was subjected to
repeated rounds of torture and interrogation. His crime was leaving and
re-entering the country without a valid passport. Emily said that he ended
their tour by saying, “There is power in forgiveness.” This man walks even now,
out from his tomb of oppression, because he has been summoned forth by the hope
of reconciliation even with his enemies, the power of life triumphing over
death. There is hope, too, in the presence of congregations who form young people to have faith in the power of Jesus' life so that they can seek out experiences like Emily.
“I
am the resurrection and the life,” Jesus says. And it appears that through
lives like that former prisoner, and those like Michael Sharp, there is faith
in Jesus’ power to conquer darkness, evidence that sacrificial love ultimately
wins and the world is made new. This resurrection is promised in our baptism, and
this life is offered for us now in the bread and the wine.
We often
weep, too, like the people at Lazarus’ tomb, our vision of a bright future
blurred by our tears, our frustration with the timing of it all, the multitude
of dry bones around us. And yet we are also called forth to live in the hope of
that future, to know that by the strength of his grace we, too, have the
ability to stand in the midst of the world’s suffering…at the edge of the
jungle…in the rain, at the top of whatever staircase we can imagine, and
announce to those who are just pulling up and don’t know what comes next in their
heartbreak: “But even now the Lord is here. Even now he brings new life. Yes,
Lord, you know. These bones will live.”
It
wouldn’t just make Dr. Hawkins happy. Jesus
would be proud.
Thanks
be to God!
The Reverend Phillip W. Martin, Jr.
The Reverend Phillip W. Martin, Jr.
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